Fiona sat in her room, reviewing the speech she would deliver on stage later that day. Today, she wore her elegant green Royal dress, complete with her crown and makeup.
She had this Royal Air around her that felt natural.
Knock-knock-Knock
A sudden knock echoed on her door.
"Come in," Fiona called.
A butler dressed entirely in black entered the room, his age appearing to be around 1500 years. He had a white beard and black eyes, wearing glasses.
"Madam, your carriage is waiting at the front door," the butler informed Fiona.
Fiona promptly rose from her chair and looked at the butler. "Is our guest ready, Charlie?"
"It appears so, ma'am," Charlie replied with a smile.
"Then let's go," Fiona said as she started walking towards the exit door.
"Yes, ma'am," Charlie responded, bowing and holding the door open for the Queen to pass through.